When I find the kitchen, I start busying myself. The pantry is stocked with all my heart’s desires, so I work on breakfast, hoping I’m not over-stepping once again. As I go to the sink, I look outside and see the snow coming down beautifully. It’s like a dream.
It’s then I see a car pull up. And I can’t take my eyes off the woman with dark hair as she steps out and walks toward the house. Her hair falls to her shoulders in silky waves. She has on a long jacket with cherry-red heels, and I wonder how she’s getting around in the snow in them. She turns, and I get a look at her face. She’s utterly flawless. She’s exactly what I think of when I think of a runway model. I wonder if this was who Nicholas thought he was kissing. Why else would the woman be here on Christmas morning?
As if she feels me watching her, her eyes come to mine and narrow on me. I look away, feeling like I got caught with my hand in the cookie jar. Yeah, I should probably go. I turn around to do just that, but come up short when I see Nicholas standing in the entrance to the kitchen, his dark eyes fixed on me.
Still only wearing his silk pajamas, his gaze is nearly as hard has his chest. His fists are clenched at his side, and every muscle in his body is rigid. I can feel the lump growing in my throat as I hear the woman’s heels clicking as she calls out his name.
Chapter Eight
The image of Christmas standing in my kitchen, wearing her red silk nightgown that so closely matches my own, makes my cock throb. I just managed to get him under control as I stomped down the stairs looking for her. But here she is, standing in the front of the sink, with her big tits pushed against the silk material and her tight nipples poking through obscenely. She’s put on the matching red silk robe that came with it, which includes a white, fur-trimmed hood. But it’s come untied at the waist, revealing all that she’s trying to hide from me, and I clench my jaw to keep my tongue in my mouth.
What I really want to do is lay her on the island, push apart her thick, dimpled thighs, and suck the cream out of her. I want her fat pussy in my mouth and her hands gripping my hair as she climaxes on my face. Goddamn, I bet she tastes like cinnamon down there, too. Would she scream so loud the staff would come running? Or would they know she was being given pleasure greater than they could possibly imagine, and keep clear.
The reminder of the kiss has my sex-mad brain tripping up. I’d been dreaming when I felt her hand on my chest. My daytime fantasies had crept into my sleep, and when I felt her touch, my mind didn’t know the difference. I was kissing her before I even woke up, and when I finally did, I didn’t want to stop. It wasn’t until I’d rolled her over on her back and started to free my cock that I realized what I was doing. I was about to fuck her like a savage without so much as a warning before I recognized I needed to stop.
I didn’t know it was her. I’d thought it was a dream. And then, suddenly, it was all real, and I had to stop. I didn’t want to—fuck, how I wanted to keep going—but I had to force myself to pull away.
I let her run out of the room as I tied my pants and tried to breathe through the pain in my chest. God, how I want her. At first, I thought she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, and she would be the perfect person to provide an heir. That all my goals could be solved with a stroke of a pen and a stroke of my cock, but I was wrong. She was so much more than I’d planned for. Seeing her, holding her in my arms, pressing my lips to hers, it’s like my heart stepped out of my chest and became Christmas. I can’t live without her.
Squeezing my fists once more, I open my mouth to speak, but a voice stops me.
“Nickie!”
The sound makes a chill snake down my spine, and suddenly I’m aware of how undressed Christmas and I are.
“Fuck. That’ll be Courtney.” I point a finger at Christmas. “Close your robe.”
She looks stunned but, after a second, grabs the tie and pulls it closed. A deep blush hits her cheeks, and I wonder if she’s just now realizing how much she was showing me.
“There you are!” Courtney says as she steps up behind me.
I move just as she reaches out to touch me, not wanting anything of hers on me.
“Oh. I didn’t realize the help was up,” Courtney says, looking over at Christmas brightly.
She’s such a cunt. She assumes Christmas is nothing because she’s in the kitchen. But in reality, Christmas is everything to me, and that’s why she’s in the heart of my home. I cross my arms over my chest and step into her line of vision. Christmas may not know it yet, but she’ll catch on soon enough.
Courtney hesitates for a second and then pushes on like she can’t feel the tension rolling off me, or the awkwardness of the situation. “I just came by to bring you your present.”
Her words are meant to entice, but I ignore them. She lifts the little pink and black bag theatrically, and I roll my eyes. She bought lingerie, thinking that maybe this would push me into bed with her. Not happening. There’s only one body I want to warm me, and it’s the one behind me.
“Please leave. You were not invited, and I have company.” My words are clipped and cold, and I can see the look of pissed off disappointment in her eyes. She thought she could get me alone on Christmas and then maybe I’d be amenable to what she’s been pushing for.
Courtney is the daughter of a business associate, and the family wants to unite us in marriage. But I pushed against it. I don’t like anything about her. It would be one thing to have a marriage of convenience but another to have to fuck that evil woman. I made a polite decline to her father, but Courtney took it as a personal offense and continues to try to change my mind.
“Fine,” she says, but she could be chewing on glass with the look on her face. “I’ve tried to make this work for both our families, Nickie, but you’re just a selfish asshole.”
I want to respond to her with the cold hate in my heart, but I don’t want to ruin business dealings with her father because his daughter is a spoiled brat. So instead I remain silent, which only pisses her off further.
“You know what? Fuck you, Nicholas. I’d heard you were chasing some poor fat chick that works at the mall. Guess you finally caught her.” She gives me a vindictive smile, and I see red.
But before I can respond, Christmas is by my
side. Her warm hand presses to my lower stomach, and my arm instinctively wraps around her shoulder.
“Is she leaving soon, Nic? I’ve got breakfast made for us.”
I look down into Christmas’s deep green eyes and smile. Her warm words are stronger than anything I could have said back to Courtney, and ignoring her is the absolute worst thing Christmas could have done, in Courtney’s eyes. My lady is smart.
“Good thing, because I’m starving.” I lean down and place my lips softly on hers. But as soon as they connect, I feel the need to deepen it.
One small taste isn’t enough, and before I know what’s happening, I’ve got her in my arms and my tongue tasting hers. Her teeth nibble on my bottom lip, and I growl as I grab her ass with both hands and lift her up against my hard ridge.
Somewhere in the distance, I hear the front door slam, but I pay it no attention.
Fuck, I want to take her right here, right now. Desire bears down on me, and I’m pushed deeper as Christmas’s hands rub my chest and up my neck. Her legs wrap around my waist, and I sit her on the edge of the island so my hands can roam her body. My lips move down her neck, and I feel her tremble under my touch. My tongue travels to the valley between her breasts, and I lick her there, feeling her shiver.
“Fire,” Christmas moans, and I grunt in response.
“I know, baby. I’m on fire, too. I need you. God, this is so crazy, but I’m like a wild animal that’s found its mate.”
“Oh, God,” she moans when I push the silk of her nightgown aside and find her nipple with my mouth. “No, fire. Oh, shit, Nic, fire!”
It’s then I hear the smoke alarm going off and see smoke coming from the stove.
Pulling back from Christmas, I run over to the stove and take the pan off the heat and cover it with a lid. The smell of burnt bacon fills the kitchen, it soon dissipates when I turn on the fan. I hear giggling behind me and turn around to see Christmas still on the edge of the counter with her hands over her mouth, trying not to laugh.